I didn't say another word.
I just walked.
I didn't care what Theo thought. I didn't care that his eyes were still on me, full of questions and blame and doubt.
He could think whatever the hell he wanted.
He didn't see what I saw.
Didn't hear the gag in her throat.
Didn't feel her blood soak through his shirt.
Didn't watch her press that button with shaking hands just to save me.
My boots echoed softly against the cold steel floor as I walked across the room. No destination. Just movement. Just something to keep my body from collapsing under the weight.
Nomi's face kept flashing behind my eyes—
The way her mouth opened to speak, but no sound came.
The way her hands reached for something—maybe me, maybe air—before going limp.
She was carrying my child.
My baby.
Gone.
A laugh slipped out of my mouth, sharp and hollow.
It didn't even sound human.
